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by @BackFromThat

 

Now, a lot has been said of the life Porter led,
Of deeds done ‘till his death in Salt Lake.


See, it’s oft hard to say someone’s ‘good’ in that way;
Here we see through a glass that’s opaque.


And it’s sure true with him; he did many a sin
For a man of comparable reach.


But he abandoned the world for a worthier pearl;
Porter’s life has a great deal to teach.


From the start of the Church, he was part of the work,
Earning money for printing The Book.


Later moving to Jackson, his faith more than a maxim,
By the mobs fearless Porter twasn’t shook.


But fearless or no, the mobs wouldn’t let go,
Encouraged by Governor Boggs.


When a would-be assassin tried to shoot old Boggs’ face in
Twasn’t hard to blame ‘Joseph’s mad dog’


Porter found himself stuck; months in jail, out of luck,
Where he suffered cold, hunger, and thirst,


To the money they’d send if he’d sell out his friend,
Porter said, “I will see you damned first.”


When finally released, he looked quite the beast,
And he staggered his way to Nauvoo.


Christmas Day he arrived, his ordeal survived-
The Boggs ‘crime’ he denied through and through.


Like Sampson of old, that night Porter was told
A blessing of protection and safety.


‘Don’t cut your hair,’ Joseph prophesied there,
‘Ain’t no bullet nor blade that can harm thee.’


Brothers they were, he and Joseph, for sure;
Joseph took him when leaving Nauvoo.


And when called out for being a coward for leaving,
He asked Porter, “Well, what shall I do?”


The charges, outrageous, but he was courageous-
To the prophet good Porter was true.


‘You are my elder and ought to know better;
Make your bed, and I’ll lie there with you.’


Still, it wasn’t his place to be part of that space,
To be martyred along with his peers.


But he lift where he stood and he tried to do good
And he left with the Saint-pioneers.


And his life, it was blest, from the east to the west.
He stayed true to the end of his days.


Babylon feared him, but Zion revered him,
Finding plenty laud in his ways.


Now, a lot has been said of the life that he led,
Of deeds done ‘till his death in Salt Lake.


See, it’s oft hard to say someone’s ‘good’ in that way;
Here we see through a glass that’s opaque.


But now after his death, his accusers bereft
Of proof of their murderous story,


Sit frustrated in Hell, and perhaps just as well--
Porter’s bound for Celestial glory.


So be loyal and good, make your flag understood,
Cut your stone in your own gospel quarry--


For the prophet be grateful, to the Savior be faithful,
And, like Porter, find heavenly glory.